The Black Goat

The endless horror, The middle of it. And Black Cloud over The cold fields of grit. The mother of fear, The cradle of pain Tells us the meaning Of nameless pray: Iä! Iä! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Iä! Iä! The Black Goat of the Woods With a Thousand Young! It curls around The cold ground, Casts a shadows Through the poison meadows. The Black Goat of the Woods With a Thousand Young! The hundreds of wombs, Tentacles and claws, Generate generations, Brings salvation, Devours born legions, Doesn’t leave any smidgen. The cradle of pain Tells us the meaning Of nameless pray: Iä! Iä! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Iä! Iä! The Black Ram of the Forest With a Thousand Ewe! The millions of creatures-slaves Come from the bottomless caves, Sow the chaos, douse the lights In our saintly eyes. Meeting the end, They sink into the hunger Of their mother, Of the Black Goat of the Woods With a Thousand Young. Iä! Iä! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Iä! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Iä! Iä! Shub-Niggura-a-a-ath!
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